[TG, M->Feminized Male]

[CW: Non-con, Deception, Drugging, Bondage/Stuck]

Olivia walked out through the lobby, high heels clicking in a satisfying rhythm on the tile floor. She smiled at those around her; she knew they were staring. Resisting the urge to tug her dress lower, she carried herself with pride. It was obvious from the way she carried herself, from the way her gaze lingered on some people, and from the very outfit she wore that she liked the attention. After all, it took a lot of work and money and time to get tits and ass like she had.

She crossed the parking lot - nearly causing an accident - and slid into the passenger seat of the car. After the door was closed there was a second soft click, and Olivia looked down at herself. Save for the dress and high heels, there was only one other article of clothing she wore: a welded shut metal collar, with a thick ring at the front of it. Attached to that ring, and the source of the click, was now a leash, and with a smile Olivia turned her head to see her best friend and lover at the other end of it.

Elizabeth gently sat the leash on Olivia's lap; they didn't like anyone holding it while the car was in motion. She smiled wide at Olivia.

"So, how'd it go?"

Olivia let out a long sigh, and gestured ahead. Elizabeth took this at her cue to start driving home while Olivia talked.

"Well, the doctor certainly wasn't thrilled with how this journey started. She said most people come to see her to *start* medication, not continue it. And then I got an earful about how the dosage I was at could have caused blood clots and such."

Elizabeth frowned, patting Olivia's bare thigh.

"Still, she gave me a clean bill of health. Says I got lucky," Olivia continued. "She even was willing to prescribe me hormones - at the right dosage, this time." The pair chuckled, though it was terse.

It'd taken years of therapy and counseling for Olivia to come to terms with what had happened, and with her new identity. Fortunately, they were finding life more enjoyable by the day as a woman, so that made any decisions going forward a lot easier. So when Olivia had come up with the idea of changing her legal identity and starting hormone therapy again, officially this time, it wasn't a stretch to see it accomplished.

They pulled up back at the house, the emotional tone a far cry different than it was years before, on that day when everything came to ahead. "Welcome home, hun."

"Oh shush," Elizabeth playfully smacked Olivia's arm. "You just like saying that ever since I moved in."

Olivia grinned and nodded, the clip for her leash jingling. "Well of course, I love having you here."

The pair walked in together - leash in Elizabeth's hand - and smiled. "You're back!" Suddenly, Olivia was tackled against the door, a very excited Gabrielle holding her there. "I was worried about you." There was an unspoken addition to that sentence, that Gabrielle was worried what had happened to Olivia with the massive doses she'd been provided. It took years of couples counseling to get to the point where their relationship was as strong as it was before, though it had changed as evidenced by Elizabeth becoming a permanent fixture in their lives.

"Don't worry, it's all good. I'll tell you later." Olivia eyed Gabrielle up and down. She was dressed in all black leather, a tight corset and matching panties, along with some thick nylon stockings for both her arms and legs. They had individual places to snuggle in toes and fingers, fully encasing the wearer from shoulders and hips down to the ends of their extremities in colorful, rainbow fabric.

Gabrielle winked at Olivia once her eyes returned from their sightseeing journey. "You like it? I got one for your other mistress too." She couldn't help but giggle at Olivia's blush. The 'm' word wasn't used often, but it was clear the state of their relationships; Olivia had proven too submissive, and the other girls - especially Elizabeth - loved to be in charge. It worked for them, though it was still embarrassing at times to Olivia.

"I-I do like it," Olivia stammered, looking at her feet in her locked high heels.

"Good," Elizabeth said, stepping up next to the small group. She leaned in, her lips right against Olivia's earlobe as she whispered, "Why don't you go put on that little schoolgirl outfit we love so much?" Olivia was stunned into silence, her heart racing as she nodded. "Good girl~" Elizabeth pinched Olivia's nipple through her dress, confirming her lack of bra.

Olivia ran off to the bedroom, spying the straps that tie her down frequently. Olivia smiled. Perhaps this schoolgirl would be naughty tonight, and make her mistresses come find her in position already...